I was my heart’s
Sleeping rocks.I was my heart’s
Brooding clouds.I was my heart’s
Burning anguish.I was my heart’s
Sinking heights.But no more!
I repeat:No more!
Again I repeat:No more, No more!
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 7, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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